William Shakespeare: Henry VI (Pt 3), Act IV, Scene IV

Scene IV

London. The palace

Rivers

Queen Elizabeth

Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learnWhat late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?

Rivers

What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?

Queen Elizabeth

No, but the loss of his own royal person.

Rivers

Then is my sovereign slain?

Queen Elizabeth

Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,Either betray'd by falsehood of his guardOr by his foe surprised at unawares:And, as I further have to understand,Is new committed to the Bishop of York,Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.

Rivers

These news I must confess are full of grief;Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.

Queen Elizabeth

Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.And I the rather wean me from despairFor love of Edward's offspring in my womb:This is it that makes me bridle passionAnd bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tearAnd stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drownKing Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.

Rivers

But, madam, where is Warwick then become?

Queen Elizabeth

I am inform'd that he comes towards London,To set the crown once more on Henry's head:Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,—For trust not him that hath once broken faith,—I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,To save at least the heir of Edward's right:There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:If Warwick take us we are sure to die.